Did I Ever Tell You?

[Verse One: YZ]

Did I ever tell you I was a rock star?

Audi’s & Benz’s all park in my garage

Two friends that come over for manage a trois

Some real niggas that make up my entourage

You see me singing this thing you think it’s all mirage

I got a castle on the hill the game is all panache

A big suite in the front for my ma ma ma

And big screens so I can see some Sha Na Na

A indoor pool to dive in I keep it warm

Your game’s a turn off B see mine I keep it on

You play in this game and sleep it will so you wrong

You got to gorilla this thing I’m a show you all

That hiatus I was on I was stacking chips

I let the weak fall off came back when I was fit

In shape now Mayweather of this rap thing

Ain’t no mistaking my moves see I’m the rap King

I’m instrumental to the rap Game I’m monumental

Go do you history B go check on my credentials

I let y'all eat I hope you had a good meal

It’s braggadocio shit but see it’s all for real

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Did I ever tell you I was a Rock Star?

[Verse Two: Slug]

Did I ever tell you I was a Rock Star?

Throwing up and passing out in back of cop cars

Somewhere between dirtball & avant garde

You heard the rumors Slug showed up and bought the bar

Read about me in the magazines

The tabloids want to know what happening

Doing anything to get my hands on that cream

Then burn it up like my limousine gasoline

Fuck love tell me what I need a wifey for

I go on tour cause the groupies all like me more

I’m like a whore girl now bite the floor

Won’t even tell you bout the story from the night before

Watch me study me see me fly

I don’t care man I swear I’m a reach the sky

Everybody hates life but I feel alright

Stay bent cause my management keeps me high

Got enough charisma to pass the test

She gonna smile while I autograph the breast

Paparazzi better step back and show respect

Or I’m a sock the damn camera man in his neck

Look mama I’ve reached my goals

First class suites and hoes

Cars and links and rings and clothes

With my fame and my fortune who needs to sew

Oh

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Brother Ali]

Quick Question

Did I ever tell you I was a Rock Star?

You never quite get it right I’m a rap Star

Kangol bucket half cocked listening to Ad Rock

Four letter fast talk, dripping out my chatter box

No bank account in my name I got a stash box

20 grand underneath the mattress and a black Glock

I’m the have nots mascot everyday plan and plot

Trying to get my hands on what the haves got

Ah

I ain’t  rich but I’m bad and enjoy the shit out the lil’ bit that I have

I know I got it all never kissing no ass

And punching time clocks is just a thing of the past

Blame Rhymesayers for creating a monster

True official Rock Star amongst you impostors

Turned down the sponsors turned up my collar

If I make a jam about you best believe you’ll win an Oscar

Charles D Dutton you nuts

Cause I do it out of nothing but my love and respect

But if I love the way I catch a publishing check

Can’t blame a star for shining what the fuck you expect

You know I’m globally known but the more that I roam

The more that they support at home

Got a life size poster in the store that we own

Lit up on Hennepin so I can always be shown

Couple rap legends like to blow up my phone

I ain’t sold out nothing but the shows that I’ve thrown

Permanent soul glowing I'm holding my own

I’m in The Source and The Rolling Stone

Now let me tell you bout me

Ah

[Hook]